She stared at the intruder—at a face that was the spitting image of Emery himself—and the color drained from her sharp features.
"You..." she breathed. "I thought you were dead. It's been almost forty years."
"Well, clearly I wasn't," the clone replied, every word guided by Emery's will.
Its gaze never left her.
"What... what do you want?" Lyanna asked, instinctively taking a step back.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten our agreement."
Nearly half a century ago, the two of them had struck a bargain. Emery would free Lyanna and help her obtain a new body. In return, she would serve him as one of his Khaos seeds.
Lyanna's expression tightened as her thoughts raced.
"No... I haven't."
Sensing her hesitation, Emery extended his divine sense through the clone.
Like all of his seeds, Lyanna's connection had gone dormant during his journey into the Tartarus Realm, but it should still have remained buried deep within her soul, waiting to be awakened once more.
